Officially Cured

It has been a while, and a lot has happened. Today I received confirmation that the Hepatitis C virus is no longer in my body. My newest liver is no longer being attacked and can live out the rest of its life as a happy, normal liver should. I am still planning to have a biopsy done (possibly in January) to see if any of the damage has been reversed. I'm hoping that I don't have any cirrhosis anymore either! It will be a Christmas miracle... Speaking of Christmas miracles, something that has always been a wish of mine was living in a house. Technically, we couldn't afford Jason's commute anymore, but found a HOUSE within our budget in the 'burbs, almost 2/3 of his commute time cut and he carpools.

Now that things are starting to calm down and my health is on a steady incline, I have been thinking of what I want to do with the rest of my life. I honestly never gave it much thought... Like living in a house, it was something that I assumed I wouldn't live long enough to achieve. I've always been good at my jobs, but I've never loved them. (The people are a different story) Unfortunately, since I didn't think I would live long enough for a college education to pay off, I didn't go. Now I wish I would have at least started. I don't see myself doing anything other than helping people that are in situations similar to what I went through. I've decided to start off by becoming a CRN and see how far I want to go from there. I just need to get a job in the meantime to pay for the certification. I don't mind, it feels great to finally have a plan. I had no problem with dressings, injections, or following medical instructions on myself, so I'm sure I can help others better than a (very) few of my nurses.

Lastly, even though our plans to adopt a child (or two) is on hold until we are a little more financially secure, we did adopt a fur baby. A five year old Boxer named Magic. I always thought of myself as more of a cat person, but since River had to move  schools and I was nervous to live in a house with out one, we went to the shelter and my heart was stolen. The interesting thing is that I have recently slept past 4:00 (USC blood draw time) quite a few times. I'm not sure if it is a coincidence or not, but I love it. My anxiety seems a little better too, but it could also be that I am not sick every morning anymore. Either way, things are looking up over here. For a long time, I didn't think I was ever going to write a post like this. Never give up. I wish I could bottle up this feeling and give it to everyone suffering. May the new year bring health and happiness to all of you.

Merry Freaking Christmas!

Sick girl for hire.

I got this lovely letter from social security yesterday. According to the government, you only need arms and legs to work, so I am fit for duty!

I knew when I walked into that chiropractors office for my social security "internist" appointment, and all he had me do was move my arms and legs, that I was in trouble. However, I was even more worried when he didn't seem to understand most of what I was saying, and after I listed off all of the side effects of my treatment, his eyes only seemed to flicker in recognition at the word "tired" at which point he pulled my eyelid down and declared, "You! anemic!"  Duh, I only mentioned I give myself procrit injections... Or did he miss that?
Of course it didn't help that I got Ms. Moore for my social worker. I knew right away with her too... It doesn't take a genius these technological days to find an address for a large hospital like Keck of USC, but apparently, my social worker does not use computers-- or phones. She sends letters (postmarked 7 days after her dated letter, stating I only have 10 days to return the information she requested.) asking for USC's address. Thank God I knew the answer, and her phone number.. And that was the least of my problems with her. There is someone who got into social work to really help people, right there.
So, apparently I'm ready to get back out into the work force. A few little things I should probably mention first. I can't really commute because I do tend to get sick, especially in the morning. (It's a little bit of a distraction while driving with my hands at 10 and 2, but my head in a bag.) Also, I can't move around too much or lift, on account of the fact that I am chronically anemic and also have gastroparesis, so I don't absorb nutrients which also makes me weak and quite dizzy. Speaking of the gastroparesis, eating is a tricky thing for me. Most days I am in the bathroom a lot, please don't mind the loud puking noises. (A bathroom is a requirement for me to work at your establishment) From time to time, you may have to come wake me from the bathroom floor, I tend to get especially weak after throwing up. Once I'm okay though, I will give my FULL 65%. However, I wouldn't recommend me working with money or numbers, on account of the "Brain fog."  I also can't do repetitive movements for long periods of time on account of the Rheumatoid arthritis that has been worsened by my treatment. My wrists and fingers swell and lock up pretty quickly now on the computer... I can give you a good 4 to 5 hours, tops of anything else though. (in between the vomiting, stretches, rest, and sometimes a stupor or two) Of course, after my work day, I will need someone to pick up my son, cook dinner, clean up a little, and maybe carry me to bed, because no matter what I do, any excursion will cause flu like symptoms for me into the next day. Guaranteed. I'm sure walking into your office and seeing my enthused and energetic face every morning (I make it in) will get you motivated for the day. Yes, for the last 5 or so years I would have made an awesome employee dancing to "Mr. Roboto" (in short intervals) or as an employee at the social security office. Hehehe. Maybe I shouldn't mention these things? Either way, if you think I sound like a perfect fit for your team, you know where to find me, either in the bathroom, or if in a 65% feeling moment, trying to compensate as a mother and wife.
I'm just kidding, guys... I'm not as upset as I sound, anymore... today. I am always quick to remember and beat myself up, because at least I have my arms and legs. :)

Surviving vs Living

A lot has happened in the last few months. Not only did I start the Abbvie clinical trial, but I am 2 months down, and I am testing as Hepatitis C FREE! I am still amazed every time I say it.

That was the biggest news, but secondly, we had the Donate Life Run/Walk on April 26th, and I smashed my goal of 25 team members! 35 Team Albertonians this year!! Hehe. It is always an amazing day, but seeing how many people came out to support us this year, was definitely the icing on the cake. Thank you to everyone who was there and/or who donated to the cause. I still have T-shirts and little gifts to send out to some people. I also have personal items that I was so careful to watch for my team members, and then forgot to give them back before I went home. :)

Normally, I am a lot more sociable, but these last few months I haven't even really updated anyone on my health. Maybe antisocial is a side effect? The side effects are not as bad as the interferon treatment though. I don't throw up every day, and I'm not losing clumps of hair, but I do have a quite a few of the same issues. The most serious physical side effects for me now are the gastroparesis and anemia. Every time my liver starts to fail, my stomach does too. The doctors are hoping though, that this time it is just because of the treatment and that once I am done with it, my stomach will start to function again (or better at least).
The anemia was an easy fix, in theory. I have now started taking Epogen shots 3 times a week to raise the red blood cells. Though, that has it's own lovely side effects, mostly sore bones and anxiety. Getting the prescription was the main problem. My doctor had started to lower the dose of one of the trial medicines, Ribavirin (it is what attacks the red blood cells) but I was becoming more anemic; shortness of breath, fatigue, heart palpitations, dizziness... and we couldn't afford the co-pay of the Epogen, so my doctor stopped the Ribavirin completely until I could get it. We tried a few things, but honestly I couldn't ask Jason to max out his credit card just to pay for part of the first month. I was also scared that stopping one of the three meds would cause the Hep C to start coming back or mutate... That's when I said forget it, I've done all that I can do. I'm done worrying about it. If I need the medicine, God will just have to take this one. A few days later, a dear friend put the entire co-pay in our bank account. All of it. If you know me, then you know I have problems with asking for anything, but with my friend, she did not ask if I needed or wanted help, she just did it. Forced me really. Hehe. The world is filled with Angels, and I've got quite a few with me. Every time I begin to get discouraged, something happens that lifts my spirits. I think that ever since that day, the way I am looking at my situation has started to change.
Lately it has been a little hard to stay positive. Everyone tells me just to remember that it is just the medicine that is making me sick, and trust me, I know this. Obviously I can handle physical pain, throwing up daily for years, being connected to tubes and bags, I can even keep up with a home (somewhat) during it all. But, everything I do is a push, and nothing in the world is slowing down just because I can't keep up. Most of my life has been sprinkled with pain and sickness, and in the end I always knew I was going to live a shorter life and most likely die a painful death in the hospital. Sometimes I would wonder how much suffering I was willing to go through just to maybe have a few healthy years before it ends like that anyway. My answer was always that I would go through whatever it took to survive.
When I went in for my clinic appointment on Friday, I was hoping for numbers to be off. Something that they could just regulate with a pill or something. Instead, my doctor recommended more rest, someone to help me with my errands, and to see a therapist (because I have been through a lot. seriously.) He also told me that if the side effects are getting too tough, we can stop. There is a possibility that if I complete just 3 months of the treatment, the Hepatitis C will not come back. There are also some new treatments that will be coming out within the next year or two that may not even have this many side effects, and with my numbers the way they are, I should have time. When he said it though, I nearly laughed. Why would I stop now that I am so close? After, I started thinking of all of these years I have wasted, just trying to survive for extra years that I am not guaranteed. What if I did stop this treatment at 3 months and the Hep C doesn't come back, or what if it does, and instead of filling my body with more drugs, more invasive procedures, more time in a hospital bed, I just live as happy and healthy I can, enjoying what I have already been given. Everything that I have gone through has changed and scarred everyone around me. And while I know what is in my heart, and the person I could be, no one else has been able to see that person for a long time. I have no guarantees, if I continue treatment, if I don't... and after 8 years of surviving, I am ready to put my health into Gods hands, and only worry about showing my son how to truly live with whatever situation you are given. My only fear is that he will see this as giving up. I'm not sure if anyone who hasn't been through a similar situation would see it as anything else. It's a big decision, and my next appointment isn't for a few weeks, so who knows how I'll feel by then. In the meantime my framily, just remember that I love you all, and even if I don't pick up the phone, I think about you often.

48 DAYS LEFT...

...and we've got some stuff planned for you! Since my treatment didn't start Friday as planned, my sister, River, and I got together and thought of some ways to spread the word even more this April. Friday, April 11th is National Blue and Green day (it is, I didn't make it up) and we want you to dress in your most spirited outfit on that day, snap a picture, and post it to your social media pages with the hashtag #TeamAlbertoni. We will choose the three most creative/outrageous outfits on April 12th for some possibly awesome prizes. As if we needed the excuse, we got dressed up to give you an example.

Now, if you don't have enough blue and green, we can help you out there. Sign up with Team Albertoni for the Donate Life Run/Walk or donate a few dollars to the cause, and you can win some of the above "swag." We've got wigs, sunglasses, fingerless gloves, and wrist bands, so that you too can support the cause... Or wear it to your pub crawl on St. Paddy's Day. Hehe

Sign up ***here***

Abbvie trial start date

I'll just consider today a dry run... A few sleepless nights in anticipation and a drive to USC today, to find out that the new medicine won't be delivered until Tuesday. Well, I've waited 33 years, what's 5 more days? I did get to find out all of the side effects and stuff, so now I can just think about those possibilities until Wednesday. Just kidding, I'll enjoy my weekend, especially since it sounds like I may be a little sick for the next six months. I'm not complaining though, because I know that my doctor and nurse did a lot to get me on this clinical trial. Once I signed the Compassionate Use consent form I realized just how big of a deal it is for the FDA and Abbvie to give special access of the meds to USC for me. BIG DEAL. So no complaining for me... Just listing. :)
As for the side effects, besides fatigue, headaches, and nausea, there are a few that worry me a little. The first is that it interacts with prograf, which is my anti-rejection med. Instead of taking two daily, I will now be taking one prograf, once a week. If my prograf levels drop too low, I can go into rejection, but if they're too high, it has it's own set of consequences. The second is that it can raise bilirubin levels. (Remember "itchie Ricki" and "Banana mama"?) No fun! Of course those are just known side effects. There have only been about 1,000 people who have been on this treatment regimen so far, so who knows what kind of side effects a weird one like me is going to have. Positive thoughts... Im not really stressing about the side effects. My main concern is just that it works... And that I don't have some crazy allergic reaction to any of the meds. Positive thoughts... I do, I really feel like this is going to work.

By the way, you bunch of procrastinators... Have you signed up for Team Albertoni YET??? 

Abbvie clinical trial

I got an email today from my doctor at USC... I'm not going to have to go to Arizona or Texas for the Abbvie "Sapphire" trial after all. I was accepted, but they are letting me do the treatment at USC.  I'm so excited. A little nervous, but mostly excited. My doctors have to file some paperwork with the FDA or something, it's all very official. So it will probably be a few months, before I start, but it looks like it is really going to happen. 2014 is going to be awesome! Well, maybe the last half of 2014, we'll see how bad these side effects are going to be.

By the way, have you signed up for TEAM ALBERTONI yet?!? 

Hello 2014!

Happy New Year everyone! I'm going to make a big prediction and say that this is the year that I beat Hepatitis C. I'm not going to lie, 2013 was a little tough. I was all about being positive last year, and then the gastroparesis started again,  the fibrosis advanced, and then treatment? No, no treatment yet. It could have been worse though. And on the bright side, my tummy issues are a little more under control. Raw veggies do not digest well, especially lettuces. If I stay away from those (I miss my salads) I don't usually throw up. At least this time I know about the gastroparesis going into it. Every time my liver damage advances to a certain stage, it acts up. And so far, my stomach has only given up on digesting difficult foods. No judgement here, tummy. You just keep digesting my dessert and we'll be fine. :)
So I'll just watch what I eat, and work on staying positive... Again this year. No matter what happens. Honestly, I need to work on staying in the present this year, too. Sometimes I have nightmares where I'm back in the hospital, and then when I'm awake, I'm thinking about making it to treatment. Not the way I want to live.
“Life is a preparation for the future; and the best preparation for the future is to live as if there were none.” -Einstein
 Although, I am preparing for the Donate Life walk in April, and if you're reading this, I want you there. It's going to be special!

Me and my Co-captain, getting ready. 

Hey! I feel really cheesy for saying this, but if you want to hear things (a little more regularly) you can like my Facebook page 'Three Livers and a Lady' I'm the lady. :) I had a couple different pages, and I'm trying to get organized in 2014,too. Besides, I don't plan on going through any more transplants, so I don't need any page with a name that jinxes me.